Flying polishes

CstM here for a short interlude.

A friend of mine in the nail polish community has started up an online petition, collecting signatures for the cause of getting the Civil Aviation Authorities to review their flight restrictions on nail polish.

Nail polish has been deemed a hazardous material thus you can’t send it out of the UK using Royal Mail. Inside the UK you can max send 3 polishes in a parcel and you have to get through a lot of faff of putting a huge sticker on it proclaiming that it contains nail polish. This is what she’ll try to get changed or at least get answers to why that is. I for one would be a bit more nervous of my “girl cave” that’s filled with bottles of nail polish, if they can suddenly combust or otherwise kill me.

So if you have the time and feel like supporting this endeavour you can sign the petition Here and you can also read more about the whole thing plus the questions that will be asked of the Civil Aviation Authority.

Days that change a life

Have you ever had one of those moments that seem to rock your whole foundation? Like that moment when you find out that your parents are really just people trying to do their best with what they have.They have flaws and can be broken like anyone else. That really took me by surprise.

Now what had my socks knocked off the other day was a scene from The Blacklist. I could fangirl for ages about the awesomeness that is this show, but this scene took it to a whole other level.

 

 

I am in no way a stranger to suicide, but still this perfect circle of death simile made me look at my own history and choices in a different way. Present self is now looking at past self thinking “How could  you?”
A week ago I would have said that trying to slice up my arms was my choice, it was my life and my body. But really no man is an island. We’re all connected to someone somehow like ripples in the water, we overlap and affect the lives around us. Like Newton’s third law; For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Just by living and being out there you are an action. You are creating waves. And someone will miss you. I promise you.
There is always another way out. Always!
And if you ever need a flashlight in the darkness I’m here waving my arms. My email address is in the contact page if it’s ever needed, contact me on twitter, hell send a carrier pigeon. If you need someone to talk to I am here.

 

They’re alive

The Mothership called at 9 in the morning the other day telling that her good friend from Sweden would be coming to visit. You know that friend who you used to play with naked in a paddling pool with as a toddler? Well this is his mum. So of course I had to come way earlier than planned to see them.The parental unit are going to Paris on holiday in two weeks so I was going here anyway to look after their pets. So I’ve been living of cafe Mothership freeing up money for more nail polish which isn’t bad.

The guests arrived yesterday and are leaving tomorrow. So Friday was the big cleaning day, getting everything tidied up and cleaned for the arrival. Also Papa J is watching all the Tour de France he can fit in between work and sleep so mum is going crazy already. She’s apparently done a ton of laundry.
We did make muffins for the guests, two portions as someone doesn’t like banana muffins.We also did the big Sunday roast thing which was really good. There was of course the roast, pork, then oven baked potatoes, boiled carrots (raw ones for someone..), boiled pointed cabbage in a white sauce and garlic bread.
Even Ingeborg, the hedgehog, ate some raw pointed cabbage.

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Feast your eyes on the Mothership’s cooking

Today was bbq day. I am normally not the biggest fan of bbq or mosquito/bug meat as I call it but today’s menu was actually really good. Even though I had to peel all the potatoes, or most of them, for the potato salad. It was really good so I do it well.
Next year mum’s friend is turning 50 and her partner just told Papa J that he’s planning on proposing to her then so he asked Papa J if he would be his best man. This may be the event that finally gives mum the chance to see him in a suit. Stranger things has happened before.

Every year the village the parental has a yearly village celebration. Starting out with a big party Friday night and ending Sunday with a parade. Usually the village is divided into streets and there’s a big competition on who can make the most impressive wagon.  In the front is a marching band and the local moped club ends the show. The local line or western dancing club and the village’s local football club are also in the parade every year.
This year only two streets seemed to have participated though. So it was a shorter parade than normal but still a fun thing to watch. There was a wagon with a fishing theme and one with a troll theme.

Now the seeds seem to be doing very well so far. They’ve all started growing and I’ve already repotted three of them. The salad, cherry tomatoes and basil are now in bigger pots and the leek and aubergine are not far behind. I did seem to have over watered them at some point so I had to cut back on the watering for a while.
There started growing mould on the sides of the cardboard boxes which sent me into a right panic. I am very paranoid about mould. I took calming words from both Leggy and the Mothership to make me see that it wouldn’t effect the plants and there was no need to throw them out.

I hope you’re all enjoying the summer and if you meet mum’s friend then mum is the word.

Plants and feet

So I am trying something that could possibly just go wrong. I’ve planted seeds. Yes, you may ask “How can that be a fast car to death?”. Well let me tell you the story of the girl with the black thumb. Although I think they simply get into my house and decides to commit suicide. There may be a sign outside my door reading “Abandon hope, all ye who enter here!” only visible to plant life.
Now it’s not that I don’t try. I would at least get A for effort, not that it seems to make any difference on the longevity of the plant life spans. I may have killed off around 8 or so flowers and 3 cacti. We are over in serial killer material. In the beginning I started out naive, thinking it would be a long relationship and I’d have lots of greenery but after a while I had to realise that that won’t really happen on my own. I found a youtube clip with sounds of rain that I would play every time little planty was watered. That didn’t stop it from dying. Now I admit that the something violet plant’s death was sort of my fault. It had these really suspicious spots on the leaves and I got paranoid and may have cut off a big chunk of the leaves off. It didn’t survive. Then there was the one where the roots got mouldy, the ones that drowned, the ones that dried out and whatever else I put the poor plants through.
One of the local supermarket have been having a campaign where for every 50 kr spent in the shop you get a small planting kit for free. It contained a pot, earth, seeds and a plant marker. I got a kind of salad, leeks, cherry tomatoes, basil and aubergine kits so I figured since I already had them I may as well try and see if I can actually manage to make them grow. I figured we could make a series out of it. I personally suggest that you guys make some bets on who will survive and who will die first. It can be almost a Hunger Games for plants. Start out with 5 plants, who will survive to the end? Or will they all die gruesome deaths one by one?
If a kid can do this I’m sure I can find a way of screwing it up.

So today was planting day. Day 1 in operation plant!
Now already here I managed to get a bit confused. I hadn’t realised that the brown coin like thing was the earth so I had bought a big bag of it last time I went shopping. But apparently by adding some water the earth puffed up by magic and suddenly you had enough to fill up the cup. Now I must admit that this was pretty fun.

Besides playing with plants I’ve been cleaning and tiding up. The parental unit is visiting tomorrow. My washing machine has yet again decided it doesn’t want to work so Papa J will have to look at it.
Yesterday was a fun day even though it started way too early which in my world is before 7. But on the bright side it did mean I wasn’t woken up at 8 by the big machinery driving past the garden. The building is getting a new roof which isn’t bad but damn do they make a lot of noise. Best part will be when they sometime in November get around to changing all the windows. *Sigh*
I have a good friend who recently went through minor surgery, but since she’s allergic to most kinds of pain medicine she’s been on morphine. So yesterday whilst her husband was at work I came over to keep an eye on her. Now of course I brought along lots of sweets and crisps so she could wallow in her pain. We had a pretty good day together and it was the first time I had a nap outside home.

I hope you all have a lovely weekend

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When the cat is out the mice will party

So my little minions, Leggy is busy doing science and books so as Miss Penelope Garcia would say

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I am the happy owner of a Chrome Cast and with it I got 3 months of a Danish streaming service so I have been spending many a night with the hoglet watching Criminal Minds. We’re now halfway through season 10, the last season on the site so after that we’ll have to find something else to catch up on.

Ingeborg the new hedgehog is doing very well. She has got two little sleeping bags and she has of course managed to poop on both of them already. One night whilst watching our nightly TV I was snacking on some peas so I figured maybe the hoglet would like a taste. She did a few chews and then spat it out on my chest. Tonight we try water melon.I have a feeling that’ll end up on my chest too with a look of where are my Whiskas treats?

Leggy and I have been partying like 1999. Well minus hookers and coke. And besides a few whiskeys to Leggy no hard liquor either. So ehm.. Leggy and I have been to two weddings. First in Scotland where his friend was married and a week later here in Denmark where my mum’s close friend got married. Can I just as a foreigner say that there is a lot of weird dancing taking place in Scottish weddings? I’m Danish. We have soup, roast, ice cream and heaps of beer. Actually the inn where my mum’s friend had her wedding hadn’t allowed a wedding party for almost 10 years because the guests would get too drunk and start fights. And since it was pretty much a living museum, breaking something in a fight was not seen on with kind eyes. So for someone where the wedding waltz at the end is sometimes the only dance at a wedding I found it just a tad too Dancing with the stars. Truthfully I wasn’t expecting coke and hookers, that’s more for the bachelor party, but I wasn’t expecting Pride and Prejudice dancing either.

We went to see another Scottish stately home or castle. We had a great day walking around the grounds looking at trees and birds. We met a flock of geese with younglings  and for some reason Leggy didn’t think it would be a good idea to bring one of them home. I even volunteered to help capture it, well on land that is. In the water he’s on his own. I can swim but that would need recording and I’m not risking a drowned phone. We also saw a heron. It was standing so still for such a long time that we thought it was a plastic one. When it started sniffing in our direction and licking its beak we quickly decided it was time to move on.Strangely enough a heron isn’t an approved choice of pet either. I suggested it could live in the bathtub and we could occasionally feed it goldfish.

 

 

Now of course I once again bought a ton of new nail polish. I was doing the nails on the first bride so that was my excuse to shop like it was the last day of nail polish ever being made. The bride was very happy with her manicure. She got silver nails, matching her dress, decorated with rose decals. Of course I forgot all about getting a picture of my work. I did take part in a nail challenge in May. June was too busy with weddings though to keep up with two weekly manis but I count on being back next month.

I hope you’re all well and enjoying the summer

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Cash and Buses

Right now I should have been eating a big whopper with the Mothership in town before going to our favourite cafe for cake and coco. Maybe even a trip to Ikea. But instead I am sitting at home rather frustrated and stuck. Now here’s why; I’m part of the internet generation. I can’t remember a time before computers. My dad was always a bit of a tech geek so we had them relatively early on. I am in no way saying I’m a computer wizard but I can what I need and maybe a bit more. So I am also one of those who’s comfortable with internet shopping. Of course with a hint of does this look legit and do I trust their security. Which brings us to today’s problem. I can pay you in way too many ways online and in plastic card, but I very rarely have cash on me.

Now I live in a small-ish village. When I moved here it was because there was a local shop, a cash point and even an inn walking distance. The buses drove regularly and it was a nice green area with lots of walking options for Susie.
First the inn closed, then the cash point and Sunday the shop closed for good. The village is slowly dying and unless you have cash or a bus pass you can’t leave. This morning I had neither. Luckily the Mothership has taken mercy on me and is coming here with a bus pass otherwise I’d have been stuck here until I learned how to pull cash out of my arse.

The Mothership arrived with lunch and I even got my chromecast today so it wasn’t a complete fail of a day. Ingeborg seems to be doing well. She is very easy but she did for some reason feel like trashing her cage this night. She’d hidden under her newspaper and tried to crawl under her exercise wheel so it had fallen over. I found a big box and made her a shelter so hopefully she won’t feel the need to trash the place like a rockstar. She doesn’t seem to be a huge fan of the tv either. She was curled up and grumpy all evening until I turned it off. Then she was sleeping with a smug little grin, dreaming of hot model hedgehogs feeding her cat treats on a secluded tropical island. Or at least that’s my guess.

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Edit

I’m back with a bit of music as it was Wednesday. Today I wanted to do something a bit different. It actually came by a bit randomly. I was watching a nail video thinking what is that background music? I found it using a sneaky app which led me to the song which let me to a thought of it could be fun doing a music post on how music is a fluid thing. One song will create rings in the water and turn into something else.

99 Problems – Jay-Z

I think most of us have heard this song somewhere.

 

99 Problems – Hugo

I’m pretty sure I’ve posted this one before as it’s one of my favourite songs. It’s a bluegrass inspired cover-ish song of awesomeness in my opinion. So different and yet so alike.

 

Problem – Ariana Grande ft Iggy Azalea

This is the one that started my idea